MAISY GOES TO PRESCHOOL
by Lucy Cousins
Transitions are rough. Routines are helpful!
MOTHERHOOD
by Maisy Goes To Preschool
The sound of us is gone.
It’s quiet and I think
…
Usually, after breakfast, I do the dishes while you play in the sink filling rubber measuring cups. Bang, bang, bang. The water splashes on the wood floor.
“In the sink.” “In the sink.” “In the sink.” My voice bangs too.
You sing. I scrub oatmeal off your shirt. Brush your hair.
“Arms up. Arms up. Arms up.”
“Can we hear Elmo?”
A story and another. Another. Another! Again!
Now, you slip up the rubber blocks and bonk down with a thud as I’m stomping back and forth to get that thing. The phone rings.
A snack crunch! Chalk on the brick. Humming. A spill.
“I don’t want it.”
“I need it.”
The noises of us.
Before you I worried. How loud could it be?
Come home little one. It’s too quiet for me.
PRESCHOOL
by Maisy Goes To Preschool
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